Pei Ge could not help but stop to receive a glass of sparkling, yellow champagne from a passing server. She leaned against the bar counter and sipped the wine. The wound on her back was getting much worse to the point that she wanted to whimper.
Sensing her abnormality, Ji Ziming's sight burrowed through the crowd and at her. Seeing how pale she looked while leaning against the bar counter, a series of alarm bells rang in his head.
"Go take a look at your madam and see how she is doing."
He ordered in a hushed voice to He Yun, who was beside him.
"Yes, sir."
His subordinate looked up and also noticed the woman's abnormality. Her face was pale and there was obvious sweat on her forehead.
Right after saying that, he squeezed through the crowd and reached Pei Ge's side. He pushed away the annoying women and softly asked, "Madam, are you feeling unwell?"
